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The Cool Depravity of “Sasha’s Rough Russian Rear Rendezvous”
Oh, what kind of depraved, knuckle-dragging, dopamine-addicted troglodyte wouldn’t be stimulated by the dirty, filthy, deliciously debased tagline “ass fuck, big boobs, brunette anal, brunette big tits, close up anal, deep anal, hard anal, rough, russian, sasha rose, sasha rose anal, slim anal, teen anal”? Edifying, wholesome internet consumption this is not. Delve you shall, dear reader, into the sordid proceedings of “Sasha’s Rough Russian Rear Rendezvous”, subtitled in a thick, vulgar red font on a black backdrop. The cinematic sleazoid poetics continue in the description:
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Dramatic irony saturates the text – the implication that nasty, naughty Sashas and Polinas are being analyzed, dissected, appraised, their erotic storytelling parsed for the enjoyment of…somebody? The viewer? zoologists of booty? The solipsism is positively scrumptious. Let’s wade into the depravity, aight?
[SFX: Leather creaks. Grunts echo. Skin slaps skin. The sounds of lovemaking imply the filmmaker has no imagination whatsoever.]
The scene opens in an tacky, anonymous hotel room – a fussy bedclothes, a generic decorating scheme straight from Home Hardware. Rustling, then Sasha Rose’s dainty feet pad into view, calves flanking her cinched waist. She turns, bestows us with her fur-lined ass, and bends over. The camera zooms in, almost aggressively close. Petals of flesh unfurl like flowers.
[SFX: Audio spikes – a strangled moan from Sasha Rose.]
The source of the vocal distress fills the shot: not one, but two hands wrap around Sasha’s ass, pulling her cheeks apart. The digits, thick and sausage-like, belong, we infer, to someone whose identity the filmmakers felt unnecessary to reveal. This mystery man dives in, pulling the sweet juicy bits of Sasha’s ass into his mouth, sucking and tonguing and generally engaging his oral apparatus to worship the valley of pleasure. Sasha eyes roll back, either with exasperation or ecstasy.
[SFX: Predictable carnal noises ensue.]
The camera angle shifts from above to slightly off-center, catching Sasha’s face in profile. Her hair fans out in a lewd halo, her hand snakes down to her needy cunt. She slicks her finger in her own moisture, easing the tip, then digit, then a hand’s worth of digits, into her asshole. It flicks and probes, looking almost comically large in that tight space. The mystery man’s tongue continues doggedly working below, a single-minded flesh snake. A successful erotic回答道发吗urator this director is not.
[SFX: The the real action starts.]
A fully clothed butt descends into frame, hovering above Sasha’s ass. A reboot selects this prime piece of premium real estate. The mystery man’s dick spasms in the wind, a great pumping coral snake scaly and veiny, the head a ripe raspberry. Sasha’s eyes squeeze shut and her back curves like a bow; she’s penetrated with a force that surely, surely must knock the breath from her.
[SFX: Sweet savage slaps of skin spank the air.]
The mystery man, whose biceps are twice the size of Sasha’s head, engages his hips in a pummeling rhythm. It is relentless, animalistic, almost athletic. Sasha squeals and grunts and spasms as the man fucks her into a topiary of pillows. Her juices fly, scattering. His pubic hair flashes gleaming in the lamplight. They push and twist, a 69 of debased lust.
[SFX: Ambiant moans of pleasure fill the sound stageób]
The camera swaddles Sasha’s asshole in close-up, an in-breaking video of her bland peach-like pucker inhaling the mystery man’s member, repeating this nightmarish mantra. Even visually, the onslaught contains no subtlety, no mood-building, no art. This gaped hole hungry hole is a wet swallowing fist, holding the entirety of the dick hammering it. There is poetry in her distress – the quivering anal trench symmetrical to the muscular flex of his back and buttocks – but little art. This is pornography as broadly painted emotional hackwork.
